1. Poetry

Monday, oh Monday, why do you exist?
A day of the week that’s so often missed.
The weekend’s gone, and work’s begun,
Leaving us feeling tired and undone.

The alarm clock rings, and we hit snooze,
But the day ahead, we cannot refuse.
The traffic’s bad, the coffee’s cold,
The day ahead, we cannot behold.

But let us not hate this day so much,
For it’s a chance to learn and such.
A new week, a fresh start,
A chance to heal the broken heart.

So let us embrace this day with grace,
And not let it put us in a bad place.
For Monday, oh Monday, you’re not so bad,
A chance to be grateful, and not so sad.